why do we feel empty without love? why do we yearn to have something that can not always be given? especially from people who don't think we exist or who don't care at all? there has always been, to some degree, an emptiness filling in every space within ourselves. some who can't find love try to cope with it by filling themselves with substitutes that are not as good as the real thing. others close themselves from the world and lock their hearts in steel boxes, burying the key far into the ground where no one may reach it. why must the loveless succumb to such measures to satisfy the craving for love? where did this desperate search begin? why does it make us want to cry all night wondering when the world will go away and leave us alone? but the emptiness never answers. it looms over everything and beakons the heart to grow cold and small, while the soul tries to help it survive. seeing him have fun with her. watching friends bloom in new love. listening to others tell you that it is really not worth the trouble. "it doesn't matter, this 'being in love' feeling. it won't make you truly happy." yea, right. those that spout these words are already in love. they can dismiss it just as easily because they have it and don't have to worry about losing it. we who have never had the pleasure, of having someone love us of their own free will, will never know the complete serenity of the state of fulfillment. someone said "if we don't ever feel the beauty of love, then we will never need to feel the sorrows of loss." but isn't it our decision to take this risk? wouldn't we be glad to take the chance that maybe we could find the other half of ourselves and be completely enriched? who makes this decision already for us? who commanded that we live in complete and utter desperation?
it's not fair.
